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Asami walked into the meeting room wearing a business dress customized to her slender figure. The executives of her new company were waiting for her. 'I have to forget about Korra for now and focus on the meeting.'
Asami’s new corporation had been growing out of control. This caused issues in her relationship with Korra, since Asami had less available. That said, after the 'incident' from last week, things seemed fine, and so Asami remained composed.
"Good day, everyone. I called this meeting today so we can finalize our target-setting for this quarter."
"Oh, man, I'm going to need a lot of coffee for this one!" One old executive laughed while telling a joke, prompting the others to laugh and joke as well. This helped her relax. She turned the projector on to start her presentation.
"Brhrhrhl! Brhlllmnhg!" A slurpy sound interrupted Asami.
"Did someone say something?" She looked around. Nobody said a word. "I... Guess I was imagining things. Anyway, considering our numbers from the last quarter..."
She continued for another minute, and then heard the odd sounds again. "Glugh, glugh, ghlrlrl, blrlrh!"
She looked around again, noticing nothing off. "What is that sound? Is someone choking?"
"Everything's completely fine, boss... Nngh! Just keep going, don't stop..." One of the men, who was an essential executive, encouraged her to continue.
"Right..."
She proceeded. The sound started again nearly immediately.
"Ghglrrrrh, grlmlmfh... Mmmph! Glurgggrrmph!" Someone was gagging VERY hard.
Asami was getting really confused. 'Is this a prank? Who would play a prank this childish on their CEO?!' This time, she simply proceeded without saying anything.
Finally finished, Asami was surprised to notice the repetitive and intense gurgling sounds did not stop. Looking around, her subordinates seemed fine, except for one whose face looked strained, as if he were making physical effort.
The CEO chose to simply ignore it, since everyone else was too. She sat down and they discussed further. Successful at first, they engaged in serious conversation about the company's future, but things quickly became unbearable. The sound no longer happened intermittently. Instead, it had become ambient noise, much like birds singing, except it was a constant gurgle and would not stop.
"Ghlrrrgh! Grrh... Mnngg... Brhhlh... Ghlrhl... Grhlugh..." Even the intensity was ramping up. Asami's forehead had a vein of anger as she hit her limit.
"Okay, what is that sound?! It's clearly coming from below the table, right under you!" Asami pointed to the executive in front of her. "What is that thing?!"
The executive laughed. He moved his hands below the table, stopping the sound. "Ms. CEO, I am sorry. The truth is..." He exerted force to drag something out for all to see. "...Your wife showed up here today, and she's been making these messy sounds all this time! Come on, bitch, come out here already, your wife wants to see you!"
On all fours, Korra crawled out in clear view, hair forcefully pulled by the executive. Her face was covered in spit, bubbles, sweat, and precum. "Hey, baby, surprise! Sorry if I interrupted your big work meeting. I'm sure you don't mind me servicing his balls, right?" She gave Asami a smug grin.
Asami was horrified. Korra immediately noticed the look of shock on her face, satisfied at her reaction. The Avatar's outfit was wildly different from the usual: Korra had torn most of it, resulting in a tube top where anyone could see plenty of cleavage and her well-built six-pack abs. Her baggy pants were replaced by tight shorts, with fat stacks of her ass exposed for all to see and touch.
"K-Korra, why are you here...?" Her heart raced in anxiety and embarrassment. Asami could not ignore Korra's fuck-me outfit and cum-drunk face. "You said... It wouldn't happen again..."
"Well, yeah, but you know... Am I supposed to just forget the feeling of being stuffed with big, fat cocks and carry on with my life, bring peace to the world, bla bla bla? I can't just do that, Asami..." A strand of precum mixed with saliva leaked from her mouth, landing on her tits. "Oops! Damn, it’s salty... Asami, these guys have seriously nasty cocks and balls, you just wouldn't believe... I'll give you a taste afterward, okay?" She winked at Asami. “For now, please be a good girl and work hard, I'll carry on milking this guy. Try not to be too much of a buzzkill beta girl, alright?" She began crawling back to suck on the girthy piece of meat that was lubed up with her spit.
"W-wait! Korra, you can't do this here! We can speak at home and..."
"Hey, Asami!" Korra changed her tone and glared at her for seconds in silence, without blinking. Now she spoke with authority over her wife. "I know your corporation is important to you, babe, which is why you don't have time to fuck me anymore, remember?" Wasting no time, Korra jerked the man’s penis. "I figured I could help by developing an enticing work culture! So shut up, and focus on your beta female CEO thingy, got it?" Korra positioned her head under the man's thick dick and rested it on her face, covering up half of it. "Look at this thing! It's so fucking big! I can't live without these pieces of meat anymore!"
She sucked on one of the old man's rugged, large balls while covering it with her saliva and jerking off the cock’s head and shaft. Asami's voice went quiet, but the squishy sounds made any true silence impossible. With every passing second, Korra's hand was closer to drawing out sperm, making Asami feel even more humiliated. Korra was clearly turned on by her wife submitting while she worshipped a big set of balls in plain view.
"I can't believe you're speaking to our CEO like that, you slut!" The executive interrupted the verbal degradation of Asami, cutting Korra's momentum. Still, at no point did she stop her devoted, sloppy worshipping.
"What's the problem, big guy? You don’t like my handjob? Let me- GHLRHLH!!!" He yanked her hair and buried her face into his pelvis.
"GHHRGHLL!!! Mmnghrhrl!!!" His full, massive length found itself far into Korra's throat, resulting in an unnatural bulge pushing all the way to her upper chest. Both his hands were on the back of her head, and he did not budge. The nasty, musky smell of his dick overwhelmed her senses, while her tongue danced in circles in an instinct to satisfy the man who stood above her in sexual rank.
"You're just supposed to use your mouth pussy to milk me! Your body is made to squeeze cum, not speak down to your wife! Shut up and suck, you dumb whore! You're just a piece of meat who likes getting used to extract sperm from superior men!"
The executives began speaking down to Korra. There was a clear consensus that she was just a tool to pump cum out of men. Her face turned purple with her lungs lacking much-needed oxygen, but the man gave her no relief. All she could do was act as his cock’s sheath and take in bits of air when possible.
"Please, Ms. Sato, keep going. I'll work hard to keep your whore wife plugged shut." He crossed his legs around her head, effectively leveraging her face stuck in place. Korra did not resist whatsoever. Satisfying cocks and taking in their cum input was her role as a whore, her pussy clenching at the inhuman treatment.
Asami was lost on what to do. She tried to continue the business conversation, but her mind went blank. "Is something wrong, Ms. Sato?"
"Uhm... No... It's just..." Everyone waited patiently for her to speak. 'You're choking my wife...' Is what she wanted to say, but nothing came out. Despite how rough Korra was being treated, Asami was nearly certain she would not take well to 'being rescued'.
"If you're worried that the sounds of this slut devouring my dick will continue, you can rest assured. Our interests are aligned, Ms. Sato. She cannot make a sound. Honestly, she might even pass out."
Asami laughed nervously. After pausing again, she simply proceeded, trying not to think about it.
***
Other than the occasional choke or desperate gasp for air, the meeting proceeded for several minutes with no more interruptions.
"Ms. Sato, I am sorry, but I'm about to cum. May we pause for a moment?" The executive spoke up suddenly.
Asami went silent. Everyone's eyes were on her. "S-sure..."
"Thank you very much." The man uncrossed his legs, releasing his chokehold on Korra. A huge gasp for air was promptly heard by everyone. The man stood up and forcefully dragged Korra out into the open for all to see. "Alright, you breathing meathole, I'm going to pump my cum right into your stomach, you better take all of it!" He slapped her face with his cock while she kept desperately recovering her breath.
With little pause, he grabbed her head again and hilted his meat slab deep into her throatpussy. Korra's whole face was buried into his crotch once more. Her neck bulged as the man sped up his violent thrusts, stretching her throat to inhuman degrees. "Stupid... Walking... Cockhole...!"
All the executives joined in insulting Korra, with Asami feeling the most humiliated of all. "Glurgh! Glugh! Ghrhrhll! Glugh! Glugh! Ghrmlmh!" Her throat was a living fleshlight. Asami's jaw dropped, impressed by her wife's devotion to his dick.
The man's thrusts became erratic. He was finally ready to burst. "Fuck, I'm cumming! Take my cum, you slutty Avatar sperm bank...!" The man put his weight against the back of her head, burying her deep into his pelvis.
Once Korra realized he was about to fill her up with his nasty cum, she made eye contact with Asami from the corner of her eyes. Asami could tell she was not allowed to look away.
Several spurts of cum were shot far down her throat, straight into the stomach of her oxygen-deprived, fit body. Tears streamed down her face as she choked and gagged, bubbles forming and exploding into stains of cum and saliva.
Despite all this, not for a moment did Asami have the dignity to look away. Her pussy clenched in arousal at seeing the way her wife was having her horny, tight neck stretched wide by a fat cock.
While they looked at each other, Korra massaged the bulge in her neck, as well as the man's balls. 'She's acting like a sex doll... I should... Stop this... Before she gets addicted...!'
Noticing Asami was about to say something, Korra simply changed her expression mildly. Her gaze told Asami all she needed to know. 'You don't mind, riiiight?' That was the feeling Korra conveyed, though it was actually an order disguised as a 'question'.
Asami continued to passively watch Korra's face be brutalized.
Korra continuously gulped the man's many shots. Once finished, he yanked her hair and slapped her loose tongue with his cock, inducing her to lap him up clean. "Aaah... Using a living sex doll is just great, you guys gotta try!"
Korra's face was an incredible mess. Her hair was disheveled. Her face’s color was still recovering itself. Her tube top had been stained with sweat and spit, along with some of the man's cum that had leaked down her body. There was sperm dripping down her lips, along with the gooy, liquid mess that was spread all over her expression thanks to the last few ropes of cum shot on her face.
"Mister, that was sooo great. Thanks for making good use of my useless mouth pussy and feeding me with your thick, juicy baby batter." She gave the man's cock several more licks, as a show of appreciation.
"What a fucking slut. It disgusts me to think you're our Avatar!" The man smacked her tits, and then her ass. Korra's whole body jiggled, and a yelp of pain escaped her lips.
"Hey!" Seeing her wife get hurt awakened an instinct of protection in Asami. Everyone in the room was surprised, Asami included.
The executives all looked at each other in confusion. They were starting to wonder if, perhaps, Asami was actually NOT okay with her cheating wife being sexually abused like a useless piece of meat.
Her courage was building up, overcoming the conflicted excitement she felt until now… Until Korra cut her off.
"Calm down, everyone." She stood up and sensually wiggled her hips while strutting over to Asami. Her fat, bubble ass shook with every step.
Asami reflexively lowered her gaze to admire Korra's thick quads, calves, and ass. There were juices oozing down from her pussy. Her tight shorts hardly held anything back. A small trail of pussy oil had leaked down on the way to Asami. She smiled, embracing the CEO cuckquean and approaching her lips until there was less than an inch between them. "You don't have a problem with any of this, right...?" Her tone was kind, but her smile was scary.
The men in the room observed in awe with rock-hard dicks. Korra's body pressed tightly against Asami's, one hand in the back of her head to keep their faces close. Feeling Korra’s strong abs made her submissive to the more powerful woman. She went out of her way to breathe on Asami's face, making her smell the cum that she just swallowed. Korra gently nibbled at her ear.
"You know what I need as a high-libido alpha woman. You won't be an annoying beta girl and complain, right…?" She moved her hand to Asami's neck. "I can smell that your loose pussy is soaking wet, so don't play the tough girl..." She tightened her grip, showing she was in charge.
"Korra..."
"Shhh..." Surprising Asami, Korra connected their lips, forcing Asami into an intense makeout session with a souvenir: The Avatar had saved up semen for her cuck wife. She forced it into Asami's mouth and interwined their tongues in a series of erotic kisses. Initially resistant, Asami's will was corroded away by the arousal of being dominated and groped by her athletic wife. For Asami, there was nobody else in the room but them.
She closed her eyes and let herself be taken over by Korra's skilled tongue, the same one that was just now squeezing cum out of a thick meat stick. The manly taste of semen was still present, invading her mouth, but she did not mind, as long as it came from her wife's mouth. "Mmnnnn..."
"Come on, Asami, everyone's looking... Gulp it down for me, would you?" Korra giggled.
Asami felt self-conscious about the pack of horny men observing their intimacy. When she looked back at Korra, she was grinning.
Asami had to obey. "Mmmnh...!" It tasted weird. It left a salty phantom feeling in her mouth, along with some gooey cum stuck on her teeth. Satisfied, Korra pressed their bodies tightly again. They were back to making out, with Asami getting dirty with all the nasty juices that stained Korra's face and body. She got carried away and reached for Korra’s ass, which triggered the end of their interaction when Korra slapped her hand away. “Huh?"
"Asami, don't forget your place now." She erotically whispered in her ear again. "You said you had to focus on the company, and I realized being stuffed with fat cocks was much better than lousy sex with your lazy pussy. So be a really good girl and accept that I belong to burly men who brutalize my holes from now on." She squeezed her neck a bit tighter. Any further and she would leave a mark. "Tell them what I want to hear."
Asami paused for several seconds, until she noticed Korra’s expression getting more aggressive. "Everyone... It's fine, because..." She stared at the men and then at Korra's messed-up face, which had a sadistic smirk to it. There was no way Asami would step out of line. "...My wife is a masochistic cum toilet, so... She likes being manhandled..."
"Good cuck…" Korra whispered. She backed away and flexed both her biceps, doing a power pose with a big smile on her face. "My job as Avatar is not only to bring peace to the world, but also to act as a cum toilet to every pussy-hungry male out there!" She gestured with her right hand, as if giving an imaginary handjob. "If any of you need a tight ass or pussy to pump your cum into, you can always ask your CEO to find me! Now, I have to go to another special 'job'. To the ones I did not milk today, I promise to make it up to you next time!" She finished with a blowjob gesture, pushing her right cheek with her tongue and using a hand to hold an imaginary dick.
Everyone laughed at Korra's display of vulgarity. Asami felt stunned watching everyone slap Korra's ass before finally leaving, adjusting her tits properly in her tube top.
"Ms. Sato."
"Huh? What?"
"There's some of my semen dripping out of your mouth, on the side there." He pointed. "It looks unseemly of you."
"Gah!" Asami immediately cleaned her mouth.
However, pathetically enough, her instinct was to clean and then swallow it.
One millisecond after the act, she regretted her basic reflexes, but it was too late.
More semen traveled down to her stomach, and nobody was surprised.
***
Many hours had passed. Asami managed to overcome the terrible shame she felt. She now sat in a room with around 20 other freshmen employees. In front of everyone, there was a presenter providing guidance on the company's values and culture, to ensure an optimal experience for all. Asami was to be called at any moment to give a small speech.
"…And if you are ever feeling down, we have the greatest asset when it comes to stress relief, everyone! You can fuck the CEO's whore wife, the Avatar herself, at will!"
'Wait, what?' Asami stood up once she realized what the man had just said. 'No way, is she about to...'
The door to the room opened up and Korra walked in, fully naked.
***
'Ah... Look at her face...' Seeing Asami's face of horror gave her a jolt of pleasure, just like in the meeting earlier. Korra got off on humiliating her wife. She walked into the room, fully nude with her stacked, lean body in plain sight. Her huge tits and ass bounced as she made her way toward the presenter, waving at everyone. She could tell the employees were as surprised as Asami, but excited instead of horrified. 'These guys love staring at my fat ass. I can't wait to eat their cocks...' She bit her lips.
She got to the presenter and looked at the crowd. "Hello, everyone! I'm the Avatar, Korra, The CEO’s whore wife!" Before Korra could continue any further, the man smacked her tits hard. She groaned in pain but did not move a muscle to stop him.
"Shut up, whore! Everyone, don't misunderstand. This slut here is just a walking cum toilet. She exists just for stress relief!" He smacked her tits two more times, making Korra jump from pain. Then, he pulled his hand as far back as he could and released its full might by clapping her ass.
"AH!" Korra was sent forward, but the presenter pulled her hair and slapped both her tits again. His hands had already bruised her skin, but she did not mind. 'Ah, fuck... This guy is really showing them what a whore I am...!'
Korra's pussy was wet. Everyone could see the juices leaking down toward the floor. 'Look, Asami! Your alpha wife is getting manhandled in front of your new employees! They're never going to forget the feeling of my tight pussy and asshole after this!' She grinned when making eye contact with her wife, who had sat back down and watched the show. Noticing Asami’s submissive attitude made her pussy walls contract in a mini-orgasm. Korra’s heart also raced.
"This concludes our onboarding. The only thing left for you to feel truly integrated here is to gangbang this whore's tight holes!" He gave her pussy a powerful smack, splashing juices on the floor.
"HNHGAH!!" She lost balance due to the pain, with another mini-orgasm rising up her spine. Korra could tell all the men in the room were sporting big, hard erections, but were too afraid to move ahead. Her depravedness had intimidated them.
Korra sat on a desk. "Everyone, it's okay! My wife is the CEO and handles the brain part of the company. Meanwhile, I am her trustful partner and use my overly sexual, stacked, cock-addicted body to help everyone relieve their stress and stay on track so we can all grow together... My wife doesn't mind being my beta cuck... Right, Asami...?" Korra rubbed her pussy while subtly demanding that her wife smooth things over.
Everyone turned to stare at Asami who sat in the back of the room. After a long pause, she spoke up. "Yes... Feel free to use her… as a stress relief whore..."
She winked at Asami, giving her pathetic beta behavior more positive reinforcement. The smell of her moist pussy began to affect the men in the front row. She subtly used air bending to spread the smell around the room, encouraging the men to lose their reasoning.
"My wife told me in the last few days that she had to focus all her energy on work, so she could not spend as much time having sex with me." Korra wanted to push Asami's humiliation even further. "She was already a really lousy fuck, you can imagine I had to put in all the effort." Korra fingerbanged herself.
"Because of how much she annoyed me with that ridiculous statement, I concluded there was no harm in cheating on her... That's why last week I went out of my way to get gangfucked by her employees... Today I even gave a blowjob to an executive in front of her. I have a really high sex drive and I've been super frustrated. Now that I realize how good it feels to be used by big, superior cocks, I can’t go back! I hope everyone here will help us keep our relationship afloat by fucking me so silly that I can forget my wife is a beta, cuck, bitchy, frigid pussy owner!"
Korra spread her legs. Her wet pussy lips contracted involuntarily due to excitement.
This was the invitation that the men needed.
Losing all shame and hesitation, the entire group stood up and rushed Korra. They behaved as animals dying of thirst and Korra had what they needed: A super tight, wet hole filled with sex juices.
"Come on, guys, I can take everyone- NHGHNN!!" Korra was surrounded by a dozen men at the same time. Unable to keep track of who was who, all she could ascertain were the hands molesting and smacking her. Her nipples were tugged on, her tits smacked, her ass slapped and groped.
Some guy shoved his tongue into her mouth, to which she quickly responded by tongue-fucking him back. In a matter of seconds, another man pushed him away, got up on the desk, and shoved his burly cock into her mouth. He brutally fucked her face, gripping her hair and bobbing her head forcefully. "Glurgh! Glugh! Glurk! Glugh!" As she gagged, the crowd of hungry males pinched her clit, smacked her ass, and fingered her pussy. "Unghhnn!!!!" One guy got excited at the way she was blowing cock and choked her from behind.
Korra's head became a hole for animalistic deepthroating. The group of barbarian employees had all pulled their cocks. 'Good job, Asami! Somehow, you managed to hire the manliest, thickest cocks in town! These guys seriously wanna fuck me, god, yes...!' Some jerked off, while others fought to take her first. This turned her on even more.
"This whore is cumming from being smacked! The Avatar is just a bitch!" They continued to slap her silly. The man deepthroating her made sure to mark her face with his hand. There was no part of Korra that was ignored by their relentlessly violent treatment. Korra was losing focus due to the cock and hands suffocating her. Then, she felt a thick object stretch her out. "Nngnhhh!" Its immense size did not have to struggle much to fully enter her, thanks to how lubricated she was.
"Mnnnghh!!! Gghuuuugh!!!" Her eyes rolled back in shock from the constant physical abuse her ass and tits were receiving. Losing the strength to balance herself, the man fucking her pussy lifted her up. For a moment, the cock in her mouth popped out, and she could breathe properly. "Ghaaah...! Fill me with your big monster cocks, you brutes- Mmfff!!!" She was promptly put back down, but this time sitting on some guy who had gotten on the desk. The cock she was sucking a moment ago was replaced with another, just as hard and big. He slapped her face and then broke into her throat.
Without warning, her asshole was filled up. "Ugggghhhhh!!!!" Her pussy contracted wildly, spasming due to multiple powerful orgasms pulsing across her body. 'I'm breaking!! These guys are seriously going to break me!! Fuuuckk!!! They're so fucking big, I'm getting broken by these alpha cocks!!!'
Korra tried her best to find a rhythm to the senseless pounding. The man in her pussy kept changing the speed of his thrusts. The one on her ass was consistently fast and rough, resulting in tremendous pain for her little asshole, triggering Korra's masochistic side even more. Her stacked, fat ass rippled constantly with the shock of his hips lunging hard into her asspussy. The man in her mouth was more atypical: He pushed far into her, forcing a massive bulge and waited. Then, with no warning, he fucked her face as if it were an object.
The crowd did not just watch either. Some molested every part of her, at every chance. Her large boobs were groped, pinched, and yanked. Her muscular sick-pack abs and curvy, lean lower back had become the target of constant beating, along with her upper back. Korra's body was showered in bruises and sweat.
At no moment did any of this dissuade Korra. Though her consciousness faded back and forth between the orgasms she was having, she loved every second of it. When the man deepthroating her was dethroned by another, she saw the unique chance to express her feelings. "Cock! I need to get fucked by cock more! More, fuck me with cock more, use me as a walking piece of meat, pleeeeasee...!" Soon, her lips were plugged shut, and the relentless use of her mouth hole continued.
Korra's breathing was unsteady. She had to use every ounce of her strength to balance herself between all the meat rods violently penetrating her. "Uhhhn... Nngh... Ghrhnh!!!" As time went on, she became accustomed to multiple convulsions per minute. Her brain melted under the constant bursts of dopamine. 'I'm cumming agaaain!!! Aaaah, hooohh!! Fuck, again, again!!!'
"Stop grunting, bitch! Just squeeze my cock!" Someone slapped her clit. Korra's back arched in orgasm.
"Fucking whore! No teeth! Stupid slut!" Someone smacked her face. Her eyes rolled back as she came again.
"Fuuuuuck!! Why's your asshole so tight?! Have some consideration for those of us who have a big dick, unlike your stupid cuck wife, you whore!" Someone smacked her asscheeks. Her asshole squeezed tight, her abs contracted, and she blacked out for a mini-second.
"Come on, dumb bitch! Make them cum already, I wanna get in there too!" Someone smacked her tits. Her legs trembled as a wave of cumming overwhelmed her brain.
Korra no longer had the necessary mental strength to keep track of what happened. Her actions resorted to nothing more than the carnal instinct to cum, and to make men cum.
'Where's Asami?! I need her here!!' In her last properly conscious moments, she thought of her wife. 'She has to watch me get fucked by these guys...! Like a good... Beta… Cuck...!' She squirmed as another round of orgasms surged.
"Unghhnhh!!!!"
***
Sitting on a chair close to the gangbang was Asami. Typically, she was known as a serious, successful businesswoman.
Right now, with nobody looking, she had turned into a depraved, degenerate, horny cuck.
Asami had a hand down her pants, rubbing her clit. 'Korra is being treated like trash by these guys...!' The guttural moans coming from inside the gangbang circle aroused her. '...She's cumming so much...! I've never seen her cum like that with me...! Shit... Aaah, I need more...!' She replaced the rubbing with fingering.
Asami was perfectly lubricated. If she could, she would have Korra destroy her with a strap-on... Or so she tried to convince herself. Seeing her wife spitroasted into dozens of orgasms might be even better. Asami hated herself for feeling this way, but continued to masturbate.
The men in the crowd kept fighting among themselves. They switched places frequently. 'She probably can't even tell...' Asami herself could not see too well. The crowd got in the way, though every now and then she spied from a breach that resulted from their moving around.
Pathetically, the animalistic sounds of her wife's slutty voice and these small glimpses of her manhandled body were enough to shatter Asami's sense of reasoning. 'If I get a bit closer, I may be able to see the way her muscles are flexing each time she cums...!' She loved Korra's physique. She wanted to see her broad shoulders bouncing with the hardcore pounding.
"Are you seriously masturbating, Ms. Sato?" The presenter sneaked up on her.
"Hah! What?" Asami pulled her hand back quickly, not that it mattered anymore. "Of course not!”
"No? Your whore wife's getting gangraped over there. You didn't even try to organize some sort of line to help her." The man laughed. "You're actually getting off on watching her get destroyed, aren’t you?"
"OOOhhoooooOOOHHH!! NGHHHUUHNN!!" From a brief breach, Asami saw Korra squirm as a second fat cock entered her pussy. She was now taking in four cocks at once. Those who were not brutalizing her pussy were jerking off, waiting for a turn in. Everyone seemed on the edge of cumming.
"Everyone!" The presenter called attention by speaking on the mic. "Don't confuse yourselves! There are actually two whore wives here!" He pointed to Asami.
Her jaw dropped and she froze up. 'They're not going to gangrape me too, are they?!'
Some of the men who were just jerking off moved away from the crowd and closer to Asami. It seems their attention had been piqued. Asami stood up, but her body trembled too much to do anything.
The presenter held her arms from behind. "Huh?" He connected her arms behind her back and gripped both with one hand. He then lowered her pants and underwear. The few men around her gazed at her clean-shaven pussy. "Stop! What are you doing?! You sicko!"
"Don't worry, I won't disrespect your family's dignity!" He rubbed his erect, massive, veiny cock on her pussy lips.
"W-wait, what are you thinking of doing?!" After lubricating himself enough, the man fully hilted himself into her asshole in one swift motion.
She was far too tight for that.
Asami's mind went blank and she nearly fell forward, if not for the man strongly gripping her arms.
In a single second, a massive orgasmic build-up reached its climax and sent explosive waves of orgasms across her whole body. She threw her head back and rolled her eyes.
"HOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHNNNNGGHHHHH!!!!!!!" Earthquakes took over Asami's body. She was orgasming harder than ever before.
To add to her shame, the man's cock pulsed and began shooting load after load of thick semen into her ass.
***
"Puah!" Korra finally managed to free her mouth from a piece of cock. Before Korra could spout some words of humiliation toward Asami, whom she had just found with her eyes, another man joined her mouth with a hard cock. "Nnghhhhhhhnnnggg!!!"
Korra's body was covered in bruises, sweat, and pain. The men had not been kind to her. 'Aaah, they keep hitting me while fucking me with their fat cocks...!' Some of the smacks on her tits, pussy, and ass would leave welts for days. 'I'm just a piece of meat for these guys to jerk off their cum with!!! I have to work haaard!!!!! I can tell they're close...!'
Korra was right, though she did not realize just how close they all were.
The man fucking her asshole gave her ass the hardest slap yet. His hand would be tattooed on her fat, jiggly ass for at least two weeks.
This one slap made her entire body flex. Even her throat contracted hard. With all her holes squeezing on their respective cocks, everyone reached their limits at the same time.
Seeing Korra's eyes go blank in insane orgasmic bliss made the men in the crowd reach their climax too.
"NHGHHNGHNUUUHNNHOOOHHH!!!!" The cock in her throat blocked her from making sane, human noises.
A storm of cum poured all over Korra from the lustful cocks that could not be inside her due to limitations of space.
The two men in her pussy shot a shower of cum deep into her womb, filling it up with their dense baby batter.
The man in her asshole cleaned her nasty hole with his own smelly, purifying semen.
Her throat gulped down several loads sent straight into her stomach. She kept vacuuming his member with her mouth.
She used her athletic physique and energy to keep bouncing her body up and down, back and forth. It would be unprofessional not to use her extensive stamina when all these men were in a vulnerable moment of need. While they came, they lost control over their bodies and were unable to properly thrust. Korra, on the other hand, could keep going even while convulsing and squirting like a madwoman, having the strongest orgasm of her life.
As the men bukkake’d and stained her brown skin, her and Asami's eyes finally connected. Asami was still cumming after all this time, and the man on her ass was not even pounding that hard. 'Asami, I'm taking 4 cocks at once!! You're losing it with some light anal?!'
They broke eye contact. Korra's vision went through a series of intermittent blackouts. Their collective orgasms kept going. 'I'm gonna have to teach her how to use that fat, beta ass later...! AAAANNHHHG!!!'
The world went dark for Korra.
Still, she kept convulsing.
***
The room was empty. A lot of time had passed, again. It was already night. Asami sat on a chair with no lower clothes. The man had filled her ass up, which now leaked his semen. She continued to masturbate while staring at her physically and sexually abused wife.
Korra lied on the desk, legs and arms spread. Her chest heaved up and down. Her eyes were open, but Asami had no clue if she was conscious. Korra was showered in cum, which oozed out of her holes, especially her pussy which took two men's worth of loads at the same time. She could smell the sperm from afar.
The gape on Korra's pussy and ass scared Asami. 'There is no way I can ever satisfy her again if she gets used to that…'
Suddenly, Korra stood up. Asami was impressed by her energy. Korra's body had been absolutely destroyed. She had bruises everywhere, including hand marks on her face and welts on her tits and ass, not to speak of her six-pack abs, lower and upper back, etc. She must have been in great pain. Even her inner thighs were completely red as a result of the constant hammering they received. Yet, much like a zombie, she stood up.
Korra cleaned up her left eye, which had been stained with sperm, to clear up her view. Anything else around her face and mouth, she gathered and swallowed. Korra scratched her hair. It must have been itchy from all the sperm shot on it as well. Her lean, clean-shaven armpits complemented her back and chest muscles well.
Drowned in unhealthy lust, Asami sped up her masturbation. She had already been noticed by Korra, but was too horny to stop. Korra grinned at her, as if mocking her for being such a horny cuck.
The tall, muscular Avatar walked over to her cuckquean, beta wife. She leaned over and supported herself on the chair's arms. Asami continued to rub and readied her mouth, thinking they were about to share cum again, but Korra was simply making a feint. Instead, she leaned on her ear. "If you're going to steal cocks and attention from me, I think you'll need to learn how to join next time."
Asami had no idea if it was a suggestion, a threat, an order, or just a complaint.
Regardless, It was enough to make her reach another powerful orgasm. Asami added her own feminine juices to Korra's sperm-coated body, squirting all over her. Korra did not move. She stared Asami dead in the eyes, observing her strained, vulnerable expression as she came, her whole body shaking.
Once Asami was done convulsing orgasmically, Korra gripped her neck. She choked Asami and kissed her.
Asami looked up at Korra's smug, sperm-covered face. Her wife had just been treated like total trash by a bunch of degenerate, perverted men.
And still, she knew Korra stood far above her submissive, beta pussy.
"Clean me up.”
"Yes."